40. Forty. XXXX.
I was fine with it before it happened and it's not like I didn't know it was coming. I've been fine with all of my milestone birthdays, this wasn't any different.
Until two days after, when someone asked me how old I was and my tongue automatically positioned itself between my front teeth and started forming the word "thirty...". Nope. I had to stop and force my teeth onto my bottom lip and say "forty."
That was when it hit me. Kinda hard. Like, in the junk - if I had junk.
Luckily the panic passed. It took a few weeks, but it passed. Forty is good. It's the new 14. 14 was crazy. I'm gonna go ahead and get crazy.
Happy Birthday to me!
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